Dalavich Argyll

Dalavich is on Loch Awe in Argyll and our holiday cabin is in the heart of this lovely, wild place.

Friday, 29 February 2008

Living with the midgies

It is said that warm wet summers in England mean midges are appearing in greater numbers. We Scots can give some advice on how to live with them - we are old hands at it. There are repellents ranging from Avon Skin-So-Soft, through Jungle Mixture to delicate infusions of bog myrtle. Fisherpeople wear midge nets over their heads and necks. Last year we all got excited when Lidl had a special offer on mosqito netting until we saw the holes were wide enough to let the midges through about six abreast. We use Jungle Repellent and the cabin always has a supply of different repellents, citronella candles, and an electric fan which can be used when you are sitting on the verandah. The midges like damp, still weather. They hate direct sun and wind - even a breeze - hence the fan. We wear the impregnated scarves/sarongs you can buy in Sainsburys and find they work well. A holiday in the highlands in high summer means taking measures to avoid being bitten, but having a zen attitude to the midges. We are against the new midge eating machines, which in effect pump CO2 out into the atmosphere - not very environmentally-friendly! This is my own poetical response:

Highland peace talks

We sat round the table; the midge representative was flighty and hard to pin down, we put our offer: each local arm

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

First Australian visitor

Here are the impressions of our first visitor from Australia, who went to the cabin for the weekend with family:

"I had a really lovely weekend. It was worth the long drive – especially the last part on the single track road – to arrive at such a lovely place: little cabins dotted throughout a wintry pine forest; it was like entering a fairy tale. The cabin itself was quite magical, so small but so cleverly designed that everything was provided. And it still allowed for privacy (the fan in the bathroom is a very good idea!). It quickly warmed up because of the efficient wall heaters. Interesting doors and shutters opened onto a little balcony where Mick placed food for interesting birds. In the evening, we walked down to the loch and watched the light fade and a heron fly in. Next morning Mick took us on what was to me a long walk through the woods, lots of varieties of trees and bushes and mosses, to a lonely hut (old stables?), and then to a waterfall and ending up at the village shop. There we had coffee - not the best coffee ever, but welcome after all the trudging - and bought postcards and tablet. Then back to the cabin for a big brunch – which, of course, Mick cooked while we lay around reading the papers. It was a great pity to leave."